On April 15th 2022 I woke up in Llandudno, North Wales, at around 7am. After finishing work the day before, I’d driven over for a short Easter weekend holiday with Sammy (my wife). An adventure holiday, I kept calling it. We’d do our usual: Snowdonia hiking, something a bit quirky (a zip wire experience was booked in for saturday) and of course we’d find some quaint, little hipster bars so I could sample my fair share of local pale ales.
I woke Sammy to find her feeling really unwell. Not to drag a coughing, spluttering and phlegmy wife up a mountain I told her to rest. I’d do a quick hike and come back to meet her in the late afternoon. ‘I’ll probably head to Snowdon, see you around 3.’